Warnings: morning glory, BAMF!John, blowjob, fingering, wanking, and as usual, COMING! Also – alleyway sex as I feel bad for putting the boys in an alleyway in Chapter 8 without letting them get their rocks off. Enjoy!
(A/N: I swear my warnings are more explicit than my actually stories. Apologies to anyone who genuinely makes it here by accident.)
Chapter Ten
I dreamt of Sherlock that night. It would have been a welcome break from the nightmares, were it not for the fact that I woke up with two things I was immediately aware of.
The first was a raging hard-on in my boxers.
The second was a consulting detective sitting on my bed, staring at me expectantly.
"Can I help you?" I asked, trying to directly adjust the sheet to minimise visibility of my ... situation.
"You were moaning and thrashing. I thought you were having a nightmare. Then I came in to see if I could wake you..."
"And?"
"You were saying my name."
My face coloured and I wanted to crawl under the sheets.
"Well, I, er ... it was a nightmare." I lied.
"You're lying," he grinned at me.
"Look, Sherlock..."
"We can talk about this later. Lestrade needs us!" his grin widened before he threw some jeans at my face and exited the room.
Sally Donovan was the first one to spot us as we made our way towards the crime scene.
"Detective Inspector," she called in a sing-song voice, before her mouth turned up in a sneer. "The freak's here."
Only I saw the flicker of emotion on Sherlock's features, the brief expression that betrayed his human side; his hurt when people called him on his sociopathic tendencies.
"Shut your mouth, Sally." I snapped. "He's not a freak, he's a genius and the only reason you don't like him being here is because he does your job better than you ever will. The truth hurts and if you don't want to hear it don't provoke me again..."
By this time Lestrade has approached. He raised an eyebrow at me as Sally stormed away, before reeling off details of the victim to Sherlock. He didn't look like he was paying attention, instead he focused on me so intensely that I shuffled uncomfortably under his scrutiny.
"Sherlock are you listening?"
"No," was the swift reply. "But it seems simple enough. Investigate the grandmother. Come on John."
"What?" I felt that this was becoming a habit...
"We're leaving," he called over his shoulder as he had already started to walk away. I smiled at Lestrade apologetically before following, as usual.
For the second time in 24 hours, I found myself in a back alley with Sherlock Holmes, standing so close we were sharing breath.
"Everything alright?" I asked, feeling a little unnerved.
"Yes, he said.
"What's going on, Sherlock?"
"John you are incredible. What you did back there was ... good."
"It's okay. I know hose snidy comments do get to you sometimes, and it's not fair for them to take their frustrations out on you because they think you don't have feelings."
"You make me so confused John!" Sherlock cried. I can't decide whether to hug you or kiss you. You make my heart beat faster, my stomach twist and my penis is so hard right now John."
"Oh God," I gasped and leaned into him as my knees weakened. He seemed not to notice, continuing his ramblings, "I just don't know how to react ..."
"Kissing, that sounded good, you said..." I waffled.
"Agreed," He affirmed and his lips were on mine. We moaned simultaneously.
I pushed him gently until his back was pressed against the wall and I was pressed against him. I could feel that he did indeed have an impressive erection as it twitched noticeably against my thigh. I pushed my hand between us and our kiss continued as I palmed his cock through his trousers. He moaned into my mouth, the sound sending shivers of desire through my whole body. I went to work on his fly, releasing him with a moan as I discovered he wasn't wearing underwear. Finally I broke the kiss and sank to my knees, licking my lips as I eyes his beautifully long penis.
"Want – to taste you – please – let me..."
"God, yes," Sherlock panted with a little thrust of his hips, causing is penis to bob invitingly in front of me. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the glistening tip, earning a deep groan. I licked around the head until Sherlock was practically sobbing before skipping my lips down his length as far as I could go.
"John!" he cried. "Please!"
I began to move, sucking and licking all the way long his cock as it twitched in my mouth.
"Oh God John, feel so ..."
Good. It was so good but I wanted to give him more pleasure as the noises he was making were so delectable. I slipped a finger in my mouth alongside his cock before dragging it gently down the cleft of his arse. My own arousal was pressing painfully against my zipper so I released my own cock, stroking it softly as I circled Sherlock's clenching opening with my wet finger.
"John! Yes! Please" Sherlock howled. I gave one long suck, my cheeks hollowing, as I pushed my finger past the tight barrier, using my doctor's knowledge to press directly against his prostate. He howled again.
"John, I can't – " was all the warning Sherlock managed before my mouth filled with viscous fluid as quivering muscles tightened around my finer. The multitude of sensation ripped my orgasm from me suddenly – I cried out, struggling to swallow and come at the same time. I remained where I was for a moment, recovering, before carefully sliding my finger out of my flatmate's rear (there's a sentence I never thought I'd say) and zipping him back up before attending to myself. At last, I stood on shaky legs, facing him. He looked deliciously debauched.
"John, I ... That was ... That is, you..."
"Sherlock," I sighed, leaning my head against his shoulder as his long arms encircled me.
"Take me home, John," he whispered into my hair.
A/N: Triple update! It was going to be a double but the last chapter was ridiculously short, so I'm counting this with it! Sorry I haven't updated in a while I was away for the weekend at a Torchwood con! Finally met Gareth David-Lloyd! Swoon. Ah but I'm rambling. Anyway thanks for reading, and check out my new Sherlock story up today :D
